I’m the Dragon of Grindly Grun,
I breathe fire as hot as the sun.
When a knight comes to fight
I just toast him on sight,
Like a hot crispy cinnamon bun.
 
When I see a fair damsel go by,
I just sigh a fiery sigh,
And she’d baked like a 'tater–
I think of her later
With a romantic tear in my eye.
 
I’m the Dragon of Grindly Grun,
But my lunches aren’t very much fun,
For I like my damsels medium rare,
and they always come out well done.

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